Sunday, May 14, 2017

Weeding and then Some

Another day of hand weeding, that is, with a shovel and a work colleague on the other side of the trellis wires also digging away. My digging partner was the guy who I termed a "disengagee" for his focus on this phone, even during lunch time. Today, amazingly, he was absolutely chatty. I am totally astounded as this sudden behavior change. Though, there may have been an ulterior motive; all his chattiness effectively prevented me from wearing my headphones and listening to music all day. Such music listening and headphone wearing interruptions haven't gone unnoticed in past blog postings; running loud vehicles is another way to drive me from listening to headphones, as is overhead aircraft flights. As usual, the weeding was hard work, and there was no let up or other diversionary activities, even for an hour or so.

The other male ponytail on the crew was less charitable; at the end of the day, and had nothing to do with him, he is holding a pitchfork and offers to throw it to me. I said "right...." and then he seemed not to have heard me, and then said something to the effect that I might not of liked the suggestion. I had this asshole pegged as a loser before I started there, and I heard that from the former crew chief from last year. This insulting rude-shit was totally unprovoked as I have always kept my nose clean and not bothered anyone. And this prick comes up with this shit.

The aggravating rude-ass, per above, was all over my ass while we were doing a rock pick this morning in a new just-plowed area that is due for planting soon. What is it about this asshole that he needed to keep dogging me from L to R, R to L, and keep getting into my vision? I would look away from where he was and pick rocks in that direction and this Fuckwit would show up again. Thank goodness rock picking was done in an hour. Then onto weed digging for the rest of the day.

I was too wiped out from yesterday to go to yoga last night. But I had left my boots out so they wouldn't stink out the joint, and the plan was that I would pick them up and put them inside when off to yoga. Of course that didn't happen, and the boots were outside all night. This is the second such outside "boot leaving" in two weeks; last time it was the other pair abetted by a alarm defeat of unknown cause.  And what is so fucking important to the Psychopathic Fuckover Force that they need to have my boots sit on the lawn outside overnight? Again, no rain unloaded on them, a stunt they pulled last year.

Another brutal day of digging weeds in the vineyard. One each side of the row, and my partner went "incommunicado" for the morning. In the afternoon, now armed with my player and my headphones, he starts chirping away. After a while I give up, ergo, no headphones or music. I cannot recount the number of past times headphone wearing (playing music) gets interrupted (e.g. loud vehicles, change in job task), and now we have another way. I am sure there will be more kinds, and many more headphone wearing disruption events to come.

And too, they added in aircraft stalking while the headphones were on; a low overhead pass (150') above terrain of a two engine fire retardant bomber, and in the elegant aerobatic-stalking of aircraft, it circled again, though 300m distant, same elevation.

It started  out to be a day of digging weeds until 30 minutes later, we were re-directed to help out on a small new plantation block. The posts needed to be erected and the trellis wires strung. I was on the post pounding team, saved from the dog-me gangstalker dude who would of been hanging about me like a bad smell all day. I don't know of anyone who is so in my face so often for seeming innocuous reasons. (Save the rude-ass offer from him, per above, about catching a pitch fork). The work day was called off an hour early when the thunderstorms came in, along with rain. There was a weather warning out for flash floods in some areas, so everyone is in an elevated sense of fear over the weather in this region.

Friday, and some weeding today, and one particular bunch grass weed around a vine took two of us 10 minutes to extricate. It was the most root dense grass bunch I have seen in three weeks of this toil.

I was spared from all day weeding thankfully by the task assignment of putting up the irrigation lines, meaning, the black polyethylene pipes that are strung along the posts and drip out water at a constant rate. These would also be called "drip lines". There was also a solid sprinkler line put in every two rows as well. And have I mentioned how the perps love me to be messing with water delivery methods, and that would include irrigation pipes, drip lines, sprinklers and all other means. Of note, the ground was quite wet from the overnight rains, and so one could count this as another water delivery mechanism. And some rain showers today too, with plenty of temperature changes to go with it.

True to perp form, we ran out of drip line some 3 rows from the end on this .25 acre section, and so the boss man set off to get a roll of drip line. And of course it was a different make with a different dripper design, having the distinctive blue line running its length, the drip line that most vineyards use, including this one, save the rest of this section that we had installed (2 rolls worth). In the course of hanging up the drip line on the wires, the boss man had to cut off  a small extra portion, and lo, if he didn't show me this split open section with its integral pressure compensating dripper, having borrowed my secateurs to cut it off (all he had to do) and cut it open as well. And so it continues; the perps' obsession over water delivery methods, and added to it, cutting said pipe (cutlery and cutting obsession) and showing it to me.

Also today, and I suppose water-related, there was a helicopter across the lake practicing using a "monsoon bucket", a collapsible slung bucket that is immersed in water and then is transported for fire suppression purposes. The bucket was duly discharged as well, presumably in concert with yet more variations on water delivery methods, even if a kilometer away.

My big deal of the day, two in fact; getting the vehicle cleaned in preparation for waxing it, and then legs getting waxed. Funny how both relate to wax in their own way. But as wax is often a petroleum product, the perps are quite cranked about its particular properties, especially any "earth energies", aka, photonic field properties it may have and how those interact with this here TI victim.

The Pyschopaths had me get the vehicle cleaning done in the morning, starting with a foam brush, white foam coming out. They have in the past arranged red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning station, but have backed off on this in recent years, all at the same location. At 0900h on a Saturday I was surprised it was busy at the cleaning bays, and so I had to wait and watch the gut-strut; elders with large guts attempting to clean their vehicles. And lo, if they didn't' decrease the time for what the $2 coin gets in the slot now; instead of a $5 job it became a $7 job. And adroitly arranged for the first time cleaning this Ford Escape, with the planted notion that it is the vehicle that "caused" the extra time requirement. No, it is about the same size as the Camry, just higher, so what is the deal. Then to vacuum my vehicle, as it seems the mud is accreting from vineyard work in uncharacteristic amounts. I had my stalker buddy arrive on the other side of the outside vacuum cleaner station, vaccums are always a big perp prop for whatever reason. Then my highway drive for 20 min. to dry it off, replete with the vehicular gangstalking trains to accompany me.

Then to check out the regular Saturday Farmers Market, though I need not have bothered. I see they re-paved the street area to widen the sidewalks and thereby constrict the central egress space between each side of the stalls. Well done; it was already a cluster fuck, and now they made it worse. And of course the perps blanked me out of going at my usual time at 0830h, just when it opens, so to avoid said swarms. Now there is a better reason to go early, as egress has been constricted. We shall see how this one goes and whether they increase the stalkers and dawdlers at that time just to screw me all the more. Alternatively they can have me get up late to miss my intended shopping time.

And I suppose, with that particular segment of the street formerly being paved with asphalt, and now with a grey brick, I suppose this too is some kind of earth surface/color interaction game. (Same vendors, operatives and gangstalkers, now a year later). Surely, with astronauts orbiting the Earth, or moon even, the perps have figured out some kind of energy interaction differential for all their unwitting subjects? Never mind the speculation that subjects like Obama have been teleported to Mars, per web story of two years ago.

As mentioned a few times before, egress constriction is not a new perp tactic; the aisles of stores are often littered with extra displays to accomplish the same, and lo, if that isn't where a stalker isn't standing there too, typically with their ass projecting into the aisle in a mock posture feigning looking at low shelf items. The fact that they are arranged at these aisle constriction points so much more than normal is an outrage, and then to pretend not to notice they are constricting the aisle is ridiculous, and on top of that they also take an extended time to conduct their supposed introspection of the shelf items is even more absurd. On top of that, they don't select anything, making sure that the whole feigned "shopping" was an obvious gangstalking stunt. What it is about projecting someone's ass in my direction, or intended path, in a shopping aisle is totally beyond me, save to say that any kind of spinal stretches seems to exercise the spine in a way that presents a different energy profile. Hence being allowed to take yoga and the cluster fucking that goes on there.

Onto leg waxing in the afternoon; instead of the regular supervisor (its a training school) with whom I have extended chats over wine and wine tasting, I got a returning student from a few years ago. She was the temporary supervisor, and with her, a young trainee, just graduated from high school. As often, one on one side and one on the other, and each stayed in place when I flipped over. One was blonde and one was brunette, and no unnatural hair colors this time. I had some conversation with each of them and all was friendly, and was out of there in 40 minutes or less. Like anything, any regular contact or engagement with anyone, even if every 8 weeks apart, or even less, say with doctors, must be disrupted by the perps. They cannot tolerate me even going to the shoemaker in town before something gets messy/problematic and forces me to take my shoes out of town to get fixed. I just don't understand why they have to disrupt routines all the time.

In the afternoon, the sun came on, which presents problems with waxing my vehicle, so back inside and I listening to some Youtube videos on cancer (woohoo). The list of persecuted doctors who practice proven and researched alternate therapies that are substantially more efficacious than conventional treatment (if that) gets longer. Hoxsey, Kelly, Burzinsky as three, and I see that Dr. Nicholas Gonzalez died from a heart attack in 2015. He looked perfectly fine in the hour long 2014 video here. So what is it about cancer and the horrific immune system clobbering "treatments" (chemotherapy and irradiation) that the perps need to defend to the point of running alternative care doctors out of the country, if not, inundate them with investigations (14 different agencies in the case of Dr. Kelly)? I don't know, but in one video in this series a doctor mentions medical advances being allowed in other disciplines, but not in cancer. Is it purely an surreptitious immune system nonconsensual research project, also aided by HIV, or is it about selective takedown of individuals for various reasons? Or both?

Sunday, and an 0600h text from the landlord to say they are going away for a week and could I look after the mail etc. No problem, but why so early.
The weather was cold and wet first thing so I hung back for a while, and read, and lo, if the assholes didn't have me puke up again, something they now do every three weeks or so. Once feeling better I was getting ready to set off to get automobile wax, and lo, if they didn't script a piss, and lo, on top of that, a crap. Unbelievable, this three way purge inside of 4 minutes all before setting off to get automobile wax, and my supply from last year had been strangely drawn down more than I expected. (Continuing this weekend's wax confluence/coincidence).

While at the auto shop, the dudes came to choke down egress by lining up at the cashier, which just "happened" to be where the automotive wax was. Anyhow, I found what I wanted, and when they had finally finished at the cashier, and when I proceeded to the desk, why, a pair off dudes brushed by from behind me, one of whom "happened" to be the tractor driver at the vineyard I work. Then another pair of dudes entered the store after they departed, who then preceded me out when I was about to depart. The cashier wasn't too pleasant and had to vacate the checkout twice to check the stock number for some reason. I am long familiar with cashiers somehow "needing" to vacate the checkout, and another variation is that another cashier comes in, often guy for girl. Not this time, just this over-tattoo-ed unfriendly blonde girl. I get out to my vehicle, and lo, if some Fuckwit with a tan brown vehicle didn't pull in between me and another prior parked vehicle with a stalker sitting in it, and lo, these two dudes were making repairs on their vehicle, one of them underneath and the other over-obviously leaning on the vehicle. I get past this Fuckwit, back up and drive off. And what is the point of all that; if you have a vehicle to fix in the parking lot give yourself elbow room at the other end of the lot instead of pulling in between two parked vehicles. And one was wearing these fugly brown check baggy shorts. Do the perps have a clown department or something?

I got the Ford Escape through the gate and parked it on the lawn next to my place so I could get around it and wax it. Not unexpectedly I had extra aircraft stalking coverage, dogs barking and the very loathesome HD motorcycle noise going by. It seems the perps have added a new motorcycle in the neighborhood to make noise as in passing by, unlike the two that are located and start up across the lane. The latter HD motorcycle noise erupted in the afternoon when I was doing windows and interior, and while idling, the Mrs got into a screaming row with the fugly dude with the motorcycle. I get to be at least ear-witness to couple arguements every year or so, and I suppose this was my annual dose. All while the HD motorcycle idling noise continued. A two-fer on the noise combination front. Then the dude shut it down and never took it anywhere. Go figure.

Later I took my knee cap damaged colleague out on his now-weekly shopping trip. And what is it about the eggs section that turns into a holy dude clusterfuck? Each time of the three weeks, and all these dudes or with kids descend on the cooler case and then stand around. It is fucking nuts, and of course I am with him and he is directing me to the correct location, so I don't have my usual "bail out" or avoidance options.

The perp assholes duly pulled some rain for the first time today while driving back with my colleague, testing out the Rain-X I put on the windshield it would seem. And what is it about vehicle waxing and windshield treatment that so interests the perps?

Enough perp follies for the week and now to get this posted for the record.

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